Time went back to that year. There is only one sentence for me, the update speed is n times ahead of other stations, and there are few advertisements.
Cha Wen Bin was discharged from the hospital after being injured. In front of him is such a difficult problem:
There are two bottles, but there is only one lid. If you cover one bottle, the other bottle will leak.
Dreadwind Lone Star Bureau has been unbreakable since ancient times. The 72-word mantra in Ruyi's book is elusive, and the only thing that can't be solved is the return of destiny.
Life was born, it was a mess, it was never complete.
Not only Cha, but his past lives and more were confused by this bureau, just like the man in Tangmen.
The coffin was broken, and Tang Yuanshan was anxious to protect the bodies of his ancestors. No one would have expected that the body would break in two at the moment of touching the ground. The head and neck of the ancestors of the Tang Dynasty were separated. What is even more strange is that the head and neck only use one symbol, just like a piece of transparent glue, which wraps the broken wound in a whole circle.
The impact of the crystal coffin burst the paper. After thousands of years, it was dilapidated and the scene was in a panic.
Hetu told me that there were actually two people buried in the coffin. The head is the ancestor of Tangmen, but the body is another person. As for why, Hetu said, it may be the price.
To prosper, the Tang family needs the incense of future generations to stand on the top of Luomen. Feng Shui is the only possibility for Tang ancestors to achieve this goal.
What about that guy? Who is he? He is the man that Cha Wen Bin saw. It may be his past life.
Tao is a process of ups and downs, just like a month's gains and losses. From the peak of Kunlun myth era to the peak, it was followed by nearly two thousand years of silence. Bashu is the peak of the second attraction, and it is inevitable to decline again.
If we look at these two periods of history, every two thousand years is a ups and downs, then a thousand years ago, we should have reached the third peak.
This time happened to be the last year of the Southern Song Dynasty. Unfortunately, after the Southern Song Dynasty, due to the rapid rise of the Jin and Yuan Dynasties, the ethnic contradictions in China became extremely acute. The ruling class conquered each other for sovereignty and had no time to support Taoism. Taoism failed to spread and develop well, and began to decline gradually.
After the Southern Song Dynasty perished and the northern minorities came to power, a series of measures were taken to suppress Taoism, the local religion of the Han nationality, and Taoism was not taken seriously at all.
This may also be fate. Taoism lost a chance to take off because of the political reasons at that time, but the myth of this generation will also be doomed to be shattered, because one person is alive and he is not allowed to have other myths. Religion is always associated with politics, and there were many talented Taoist disciples at that time.
Among them, Cha Wen Bin thinks that man is the best one.
He was able to predict himself a thousand years later, even a super child with a weapon in his hand, and left this picture. With this ability alone, this person has the ability to ascend to heaven, and it is not surprising to find that his destiny cannot be changed.
After learning the mystery, as he said: Do you want to watch your body slowly rot and grow maggots after death?
No one would want to, so he and Tang's ancestors can take a photo together.
A coffin, two people, one hopes that the future generations will have a good weather and the other hopes that the flesh will not rot. Time is bound to come, there is no permanent maintenance, and Richard Wen Bin is the one who completely liberated him.
After returning home, Cha Wenbin was not negative, but with a smile on his face. He ran back to the mountain with a mason's things all day, on the ancestral grave mountain where his family was buried.
He said that he would prepare a grave for himself, a grave that could never be opened.
No one was too surprised when he made this request. It is common to repair graves when people are alive.
This tomb was designed by Chaozi. It combines all kinds of anti-theft technologies of ancient and modern tombs, adopts the design standard of underground air-raid shelter, and the concrete label used can even resist missile attacks.
For three months, everything was ominous.
The night before, Cha went to Fenshan alone with a piece of fragrant paper. He offered incense and tribute to his parents, master and children, and didn't go down the mountain until dawn.
After going down the mountain, he immediately opened the incense hall and announced that Hetu would be expelled from the master, no matter how others dissuaded him.
At noon, Cha Wenbin bought wine and meat. He always drinks heavily, but all his brothers shirk it, so he has to accompany him. But he has drugged the wine and meat, which makes people sleepy for a long time.
In the evening, when they woke up from the table one by one, Cha was gone, along with his disappearance and the row of tablets of God in the ancestral temple.
Seven-star sword, head seal, Taoist robe, dry handbags, ruyi book, three-legged toad. But all the things related to Taoist priests are gone, and in the west of the room, in the study once full of classics, two iron pots are full of burnt ashes.
He left without a word. They looked for it everywhere like crazy. Finally, Chaozi found that the rubble of the newly built grave had fallen down. It's not a stone at all, but an out-and-out steel plate as thick as a bank vault. As long as the lock is locked from the inside, there is almost no way to open it from the outside.
Cha Wenbin disappeared in this way. Many people speculated that he had gone to the grave and buried himself when he knew that his days were over. Others say it's just a cover. He went to other places, found a secluded place far away from the hubbub, and slowly cracked the wishful book, which may be able to solve the Lonely Star Bureau in Dreadwind.
I asked Hetu, and I said, in your opinion, is Dreadwind Lone Star really unsolvable?
Hetu said that there is a solution, and there is nothing in the world that is insoluble, but you are willing to do it.
There are hundreds of evil spirits, all of which are arrival of death. Disaster, there is no escape. The only thing you can do is to break, and breaking is to break yourself. What is breaking yourself?
Dreadwind Lone Star, a single life, is broken when it dies. People reincarnate after death, and the previous life has nothing to do with this life.
Cha Wenbin's Dreadwind lone star robbery is not on himself, but the beginning. Dreadwind's lone star is bright, and it is the light that gives him a shadow. He was born in Lone Star, Dreadwind. People with shadows are people, and people without shadows are ghosts.
But it happened that his soul did not leave.
The first copy of life failed, but he was illuminated and had a shadow, so he had the soul of the earth. With the soul of the earth, he can be reincarnated, so the sky is ready for the soul of the afterlife. Since Dreadwind Lone Star is the light that illuminates his shadow, he was born in Dreadwind Lone Star. As long as there is a soul after his death, there is no solution to this game.
Hetu said that he could think of this way, and so could his master. Everything is meant to be.
Cha Wenbin always has six soul-destroying nails, plus the seven-star sword soul-destroying spell, a total of seven.
The way to draw a river map is: when you are alive, nail six acupoints with six soul-destroying nails, which not only seals up the six souls of people, but also pierces the heart with a seven-star sword. ...
The consequences of doing so, the daylights out, like a puff of smoke, will disappear in this world forever. ...
"What about his daughter?" I asked.
He Tu pointed to the small grave bag and said, "That grave bag didn't even grow grass before. This year, some wild flowers have grown. Dreadwind's lone star bureau is puzzled and locks her in the garden forever. "
"Did you get it?" I asked anxiously.
He Tu spread out his hands: "I don't know." Then he knelt on the ground and counted some banknotes. He said, it is better to burn more incense paper for the master. Prices are getting more and more expensive these days, and he doesn't know how to make money. He has offended many immortals in the past, so he needs to burn more. "
There are many fruits in front of the grave. Hetu said to himself, "If we go on, we will be told. I am the latest to come every year. "
"who?" I asked.
"Who else? Those grandfathers. "
Leng silently interjected: "In the morning, your uncle brought his daughter, just like Teacher Su."
He Tu said with a smile, "That child is very attached to me. He is not far from me, and his business is doing well. In the second half of the year, Uncle Xiong Zhuo is expected to get married, and I will arrange someone to pick you up. "
"Aunt Leng, you should?" The words came to my lips and I stopped again.
Leng Yiran squatted down to help Hetula burn the paper more fully. She looked up at the grave bag for a long time and said, "I will stay here until he comes back."
Look at the ice-cold woman in Leng Yan. The only difference between her and that year is that she moved from the provincial capital to Cha's former residence. A few years ago, Chaozi and Xiong Zhuo went to Hong Kong with Dashan to trade antiques with Tang Yuanshan. But the three of them will ensure that one person will return to this small mountain village in northwest Zhejiang every year and return to their home.
This mountain bag will never be lonely Every morning, rain or shine, a woman will appear on time and sit quietly in front of the grave bag with a plate and rice bowl until the sun goes down.
And every evening, there will be a person holding a gold ingot candle up the mountain to guard until dawn. ...
It is said that every day on this mountain at noon 12 and at night 12, a toad will ring on time, 365 days a day.
"Ok, Xiaoyi, let's go down first." Hetu patted the dust on his hand and said to me.
"Wait a minute." I took out three new copies of The Last Taoist from the basket and threw them into the fire pit. ...
Say:
Friends, I think I will finish my speech tonight. Anyway, here we are.
The last Taoist is the ending.
Thank you for your company all the way. Really, I am not a responsible writer, nor a professional writer.
However, this is really my first time to write, please forgive me!
As for more words, I'd like to save them for the closing speech.